Game Misconduct (The Dartmouth Cobras)
“Tim’s warning fresh in her mind, she wondered if smacking her Dom would be as bad, or worse, than taunting him.
“Aww, babe. Don’t be mad.” Max hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear. “You have to admit, the question’s kinda ridiculous. He’s all turned on, and he promised to hurt you.”
Bad time to play ‘one of the boys,’ Max. She jabbed her elbow into his gut hard enough to make him grunt, then skirted out of reach. “I’m going to pretend you did not just say that.”
Her heels thudded on the steps as she turned her back on him and stomped up to the house. The men spoke quietly, then one caught up with her.
“Oriana, wait.” She could still hear the laughter in Sloan’s tone as he took her hand and spun her away from the door before she could open it. “I didn’t mean to laugh, just . . . well, considering your recent research, I didn’t think you’d be so clueless.”
Screw bad ideas. She put her hands on his chest and shoved. “You’ve got to be the biggest jerk I’ve ever met.”
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